Page 108 of Darkest Deception

Our loud laughs fill the room, my spirit feeling lighter, my heart wanting to burst out of me. Happiness feels like an achievable emotion to me when I look at Helia. He didn’t walk away from me; he accepted me.

It’s all I ever wanted.

I stay in the pool against the edge of it, taking a breather when I spot Helia swim closer to me. He stops right in front of me. His eyes filled with intent. Fiery intent. And suddenly the water feels too warm. The room feels too hot.

My ears ring as he cages me in with his arms on the back of the pool.

“Are you happy, Ambrose?”

I nod wordlessly. Apparently, words aren’t even a thing to me.

“Words. I want to hear it.” His hand holds my waist, the gesture feeling more than nice, more than friends, just more.

“Yes,” I breathlessly whisper.

My eyes can’t stray from his.

“Good. Now let me appreciate you.” He places a kiss on my shoulder, eliciting a shudder from me.

“Let me show you that I am the endgame for you. It’s me where everything stops, and it’s me where your search for happiness ends.” A kiss to my chest, down the valley of my breasts.

Helia grabs me by my hips before lifting me out of the water and setting me on the edge, my legs still in the pool. He looks up at me desperately, his eyes heated and his touch wandering all over my body.

He pulls my knees apart and pushes at my stomach, making me lie down. I comply.

Helia pulls my underwear down my legs and throws it somewhere, but all I can see is the ceiling.

“Fuck.” That guttural word makes my insides quiver.

“You look so mouth-watering, I am practically salivating for you, Emerald.”

Curiosity gets the better of me, so I get on my elbows and look down at him.

He is looking in between my legs, at my pussy, like he wants to devour it whole.

His eyes snap to me.

“No one else is allowed to touch you, or even think about tasting you, other than me, or I swear to God, Ambrose, there will be bodies all over this city.” Somehow, his threat doesn’t feel unrealistic. With this dangerous glint in his eyes and the carnal desire he approaches me with every time, it doesn’t feel normal. It feels devilish, raw, and dark.

There is always this animalistic look to Helia, like he will destroy everything with no care for anyone in his path.

And he has that possessive look on his face right now as his breath fans my pussy.

His lips finally descend on me, and a loud moan releases from my lips.

He moves away, and I see him rise out of the water.

Water cascades down his model-like body. Those broad shoulders cast a shadow above me, the veins in his arms popping out from the force he uses to pull his body up. Black hair falls on his forehead, droplets dripping from it onto his face.

Fuck me.

That’s mine.

Helia is and will be mine.

He stands above me like a monster, grabbing me by my waist and throwing me over his shoulder.

“Helia! Where are you taking me?”

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